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With a mighty effort, he drove the spinning drill through the next layer of rock. As the stone cracked and fell apart, Nimm cheered—only to turn his cry into a scream as the rock, earthcarver and all—suddenly tipped forward with a burst of unimpeded speed.

My calculations must have been off—I should still be in pyromorphic stooooooone! Forced to release the handles to save his own life, Nimm scrambled backward—but found himself quickly trapped by the rubble he'd left in his wake. Thick cracks splintered the foundation, and Nimm saw his fate spread out before him—a blanket of thousands of skritt, and all of the little monsters were staring up at the fresh new hole in their city wall.

Across the big cavern, Nimm could see the twinkle of daylight. A way out! But he'd never get there—even if he didn't fall to his doom, there were easily a thousand rodent men in the way. The stone cracked and groaned, Just as the last shards of rock holding him up collapsed, a rope—no, a scarf! He clung desperately to the thin thread of hope as the earthcarver toppled down to shatter on the floor of the skritt city-cave.

Crawling over the lip, he faced the asura there with glee. I knew that being on the same krewe still meant something to you, Poizi Dlixx smiled, leveling the dicrystalline etherizer.

You know how clever they are when they're all bunched up like that—and there's never been as many of them together as there are here in Skrittsburgh , I'll wager. Slowly, Nimm raised his hands in a gesture of submission. We don't have to end up like him! Gulping, Nimm shook his head. Whatever you're doing, you won't get away with it, Dlixx. One of us will make it to the surface. Nimm's body tensed, arching—but at the last moment, Dlixx grabbed the other asura by the belt and jerked him away from the open height.

Below, a thousand bright eyes flashed viciously in the darkness, and a thousand hissing whispers echoed against the stone. Leaning Nimm's unconscious body safely against the cavern wall, Dlixx slid off Nimm's left shoe and shoved it into his belt-bag with the one he'd taken from Poizi. Those asura who join the College of Statics are builders, and they build to last, specializing in permanent structures and large-scale projects.

These asura tend to be more conservative and cautious in nature; they believe in measuring twice, cutting once, and measuring again. They are thoughtful and analytical, and enjoy research as well as practical application. Prominent graduates of the college include the inventors of the magicomagnetic levitation stones, which the asura use as power sources for their larger structures. They refer to their college as a concrete thing, a living formation of rock and structure that is continually added to and subtracted from, by the works of alumni and students alike.

These asura make construction golems, drilling machines, and anything else that solidly moves. They are the hubs within the Eternal Alchemy , the solid foundation of posts, supports and axels upon which the cogs can turn. Creations of the College of Statics : positional relays, quasi-enchantment aligners, theosophy scopes, metasurvey incantations, cross-incantation braces, levitation buttresses. The asura of the College of Dynamics are best understood as the gizmo makers.

Masters of swift, innovative problem solving, they tend to produce items that last only as long as they are necessary in order to make the next intuitive leap. They are energetic, enthusiastic, and impulsive, tending to start projects before researching the possible results. They love to figure out how other races do things in order to An experiment is only a failure, their advisors say, if you don't learn anything from it. When a member of the college speaks of his alma mater, they typically are speaking of the body of work, experiments, and thought that form a mental picture of the college's achievements—the overall innovations that they have provided to the world.

In the Eternal Alchemy, they are most often referred to as the tooth-gears and mainsprings of the universe. Creations of the College of Dynamics : canoptic enhancers, lunographic fasteners, torque abjurers, enigmaticons, karmic pressure gauges, kinetic spellchurns, magiphysical armatures. Within the College of Synergetics , asura are all about shaping energy and building connections. Here you can find the more mystical thinkers, those who study the raw matter of magic itself and disdain the solidity of the functional world.

They are often more philosophical in bent, and are very used to dealing with political and social theory. These asura are interested in how patterns form, how errors propagate, and how chaos forms rational systems. Unfortunately, this dedicated study to psychology also leads them to be more secretive—even among themselves—as they believe they know how everyone else's mind works Even the greatest of this college's alumni can tend to be a little shortsighted, devising ethereal plans and constructing psychological reasoning without actually venturing out of their laboratories for concrete tests.

When a member of the college speaks of his alma mater, they typically are speaking of the social structures they've created through their tutelage, their connections, and the body of asura who consider themselves a "college" of like minds. Creations of the College of Synergetics : quantagrams, di-polar spell matrices, conjuration vertices, prestimystic readouts, mojonic control rods, self-restricting enchant loops.

Volla knelt by the spherical hydrocadabric distillery, pushing her long, coiled braids back as she tweaked the dials and reset the aura transversers. She hummed to herself, her body swaying back and forth as she checked and double-checked each one with the remote in her hand to be certain it was just right. To attack, Mazaal lifts one of his fists high above Link before slamming down. While this is done, an eye in the palm of the other hand is open and vulnerable to arrow shots, knocking it out and allowing sword strikes against it.

Once enough sword strikes have been given, the eye disappears and the hand becomes dull and lifeless, along with that whole side of Mazaal's body. Once this has been done to both hands, Mazaal will fall to the ground, deactivated.

Link must go into a portal to become Minish -sized, allowing him to enter Mazaal like he would an Armos. Inside Mazaal, he will find several pillars, one of which is blinking red and has eye-like protrusions. Link must attack it several times to destroy it. Once he does so, a claw will descend from the ceiling and throw him out.

Mazaal will come back to life, hand eyes restored, and Link must quickly get back to normal-sized. Then, the process must be repeated.

When going into Mazaal for the second time, the pillars will be restored and his insides will be full of dirt, necessitating the use of the Mole Mitts. More: he never tried to strike up a partnership with Alvaro di Luna.

A man with an army supporting him has always been dangerous. If the soldiers of a kingdom follow one man, tradition and law all make way for him. Appealing to emotion, to logic; simply shouting as loudly as I could without breaking my scar open — nothing convinced him. He sat in silence while I coaxed Onorata to feed. Eventually I laid her across my lap, to ease her of belly-cramps as the midwife had suggested, but it was an hour or more before she ceased to cry, and fell asleep.

Even if I split them with you, that only leaves each of us inadequately defended. I threw down the slate in disgust. I stopped speaking and let them go at it, treasuring an idea that came into my mind.

When both fell breathlessly silent, I spoke again. Put him in my green travelling cloak and a skirt. But not good enough. Am I supposed to leave my son-daughter and Onorata to that whoreson Federico, or any other ruffian who can make his way to Venice? It was no less aggravating, and I seemed equally powerless. But that was solely because it made him laugh, and then wipe at his eyes as if he were deeply moved.

He crossed the room and put his arms about my shoulders. As ever, he seemed to have no hesitation in touching me. He wept a little.

You and Videric in the same kingdom? But, such a long voyage. Travel might kill her. And Ilario will have friends and protection there. He looked over at me, but I paid no attention. All the time it was me, alone, there was no concern if I fell into debt and was sold back into slavery. But slaves have no say in whether their babies are taken from them.

Their children are sold on, and they never see them again. I worked for Rodrigo Sanguerra for nearly a decade.

I know the man. Discuss this like sensible men. You can protest how you like, Ilario. I shot a look at the two men behind Neferet, who were both yelling loudly enough that I could understand what neither was saying. Obligations, but not without caution.

I spoke to his father — no matter. We have to do something tomorrow — I have to — you have to help me! That was a mistake, I thought. I need. And seduced you, while he was there.

You followed him here, pretending to be a widow. You need a father for your child. You need them to commute the sentence from execution.

Anything, so long as he lives! We can aid him later. I could see the man under her disguise — or the false pale body that held her female ka, as she would say. She stood with a kind of exhausted, humiliated dignity, gazing down at me. His grave dark gaze met mine. Honorius glared. But it still made me warm. Freeing my hands, I bent over the cradle and picked up Onorata. She had grown, but she was still smaller than any new-born should be.

She continued to look at me. And the soldiers. The Council guards escorted us into the main chamber of the Doge. They will see through me. I could only think I will join Leon Battista Alberti in prison! I thought sardonically that I ought to have been barefoot, with my skirt hems worn to frays, and the baby in my arms wrapped in faded linen.

That would make them believe the poor seduced woman come to get justice from her ravisher. His eyes bugged out of his head. Let them see us. I demand compensation for her!

I demand justice! Not that it would be true. Because I will swear myself black in the face if it helps. And if court life teaches you anything, it is how to lie with the greatest innocence. Only to have mercy on my child. Who needs her father! I saw Doge Foscari register his smile.

I stared at him, not knowing whether to wish him dead of a heart spasm on the spot. Foscari lifted his eyebrow again, as if he wished to seem slightly disconcerted; the other men on the council followed his lead by frowning.

I wondered which, if any, was the ring with which the Doge of The Most Serene Republic weds the sea every Easter-tide. Not the time to be holding a child. Nightmare visions of her fragility assailed me, and I blinked them away, staring across the room at Leon Battista.

At this distance I could see little enough — only that he seemed well-dressed, grubby, pale with his time in prison; but had evidently been kept in locked apartments, rather than down below us in the dungeons. That will not stop them hanging him now, if they decide to. We would look like a normal aristocrat family gathered in this justice hall. Even an Alexandrine secretary would not be so unusual.

I wondered how many of the councillors were looking and wondering where the other representative of Alexandria was this morning. Hot sweat gathered, and rolled down my back between my shoulderblades. The canvas straps of the corset chafed under the sleeves of my bodice.

It may have been how he spoke to foreigners uncertain of the Venetian language. It felt as if he spoke to a child of eight or ten winters. I saw two of the councillors speak to each other behind the chair of a third. It is here. Foscari shot a look at Leon Battista. The Doge Foscari leaned back in his carved chair. Or you would not have been permitted to give such a gift.

You do not deny this? And therefore, so far, not one of us has lied. They have passed laws legitimising prostitution. Messer Alberti will have heard. Under my skirts, I have a womb and as I ascertained privately once I was sufficiently healed a functioning penis. He had risen to his feet at some point; a ripple of light from the torches shot back colour from his jewel-encrusted brocade robes. Drawing him would be easy, painting the effect of that light and shadow unbelievably difficult.

He held out his hands, plainly giving judgement. But in the interests of holding up a good example, and discouraging that sin of Sodom which in Florence is so prevalent, and which threatens us everywhere, Messer Leon Battista Alberti shall hold to his promise of betrothal. I felt his shock as clearly as I felt mine. Honorius frowned and opened his mouth.

Before you depart from Venezia! I will call for a confessor now, and you shall be shriven clean so that you can marry. This shamed maiden shall be made into a wife. The Doge turned towards Honorius. He bowed with the skill of a courtier, and spoke with the bluntness of a soldier. She can wed whenever you desire. The Doge looked across the vast chamber at me. We will miss them, after so many years in our Republic. Your exile is over. Leon was close enough between his guards that I read the realisation in his face.

No more pamphlets, no attacking the Republic of Florence for its injustices, because the Albertis have a stake in the city again — as it stands. No more talk that might lead to revolution. The poor will stay poor, and at the mercy of the powerful. He bowed. He might continue to think his family had sold him out. Once again, I thought. Dear god, I thought. I went through a Christian marriage ceremony in Rome. To an Etruscan woman, Sulva. I was married: that time as the groom. This time, it will be the bride.

The difference being that Honorius, unlike Foscari, made me want to smile. Tired enough to watch without seeing, I barely registered one of the house servants pass a note to the Egyptian.

A small patch of blue sky showed between the buildings opposite. I thought how brilliant it would be out on the lagoon. In which are isolated small islands, covered in cypresses, which they call lazaretto: quarantined islands for sufferers from leprosy, or prisoners who will never be released.

Sometimes both on the same island. Nothing kills human sympathy so fast. Or, some other man, or men, sent by Aldra Videric. Videric will send more spies. More murderers. I glanced automatically towards the cradle in the corner of the room, to reassure myself that Onorata slept.

I ran for a ship immediately after my mother — after Rosamunda — tried to kill me. I know he sent her after me. I know he will have sent others. It is more than three quarters of a year now. Or whether he merely bides his time, knowing that sooner or later one of the murderers he sends will kill me. And then the scandal may have the chance to die, too, and he may in the future come back to court. This Federico, I mean. Videric blackmailed Rosamunda into staying with him instead of leaving with me.

And a man who will send other men to kill me. Barnaba from this room. If there were other Alexandrines here, I would suspect that was an offer. He either doubted, or he sent the men who attacked me on Torcello to assist Carrasco. I regret I never took my opportunity as your master. But, free, I can afford to smile at them, and I did. Sooner or later, there will be a slip — even among your men, Master Honorius. He had been a rock of comfort when I 35 went to Sulva, however much he may have disagreed with my reasons for that marriage.

I bowed my head, and hoped the looming members of the Alberti family would take it as feminine shyness. I caught sight of Leon Battista at the back, his Roman nose all the more prominent for the gaunt lines of starvation in his face.

And that would be how they convinced him. A persistent wail echoed into the high Gothic beams. Unused to it, she found the bindings uncomfortable, and her crying had a determined edge. I bit my lip and stayed where I had been left. At least this proves my grandson capable of siring a child. Her face was scarlet, her eyes screwed up and hot with tears. I have marked the sympathy between soldiers and small children before now, in Taraco; I had not ever thought I would be grateful to it when it provided me with at least six persistent and efficient nursemaids.

Even if they are not half so enthusiastic during the small hours of the night, or when it came to changing breech-clouts. Barnaba had nothing worth the looking at, its altar-piece was thirdrate, and the Green priest — evidently hired by the Alberti family — rattled through the ceremony so fast that it reached the moment of commitment before I was ready for it.

Leon had no shred of prison dirt on him now, even the stench being eradicated in favour of soap and civet, but I could recognise the expression on his face. That of a slave who has been punished by dark and isolation, and found it full of unexpected monsters. Consenting to wed this man, in name only, is nothing more than words to me. It is freedom to him. I walked out of the church married for the second time in half a year.

This time as the bride. I made a sketch with coal and chalk, that was only broad shapes except for the features, but caught the difference between the two faces: one still unmarked and with deep clear eyes, the other with half a lifetime worn into skin creased with staring through sunlight. A fragile Venetian glass hurtled through the door and smashed on the opposite wall. I nodded towards the open door, hearing loud raised voices beyond.

He says he cannot travel to Alexandria, it appears. It was too cold to stand in this passageway, spring or not, and besides, I 37 was curious as to the actions of my husband. The happy bride! The knuckles were more prominent than they should be. He looked up, without lifting his head, and met my gaze through his long, dark lashes. He sat back with a grunt. It happens all the time.

You can safely tell anyone that, just as soon as I can leave Venice. And, by his expression, I had no need to spell that out. When it becomes possible, I can prove our marriage void.

I could not help looking at him in surprise. And that. After a warming sip of the wine, I had courage enough to look her in the face. She nevertheless seated herself gracefully on one of the windowembrasures, reclining on cushions embroidered in the Alexandrine style. Leon arrives without his new wife and infant child, but with a mistress — and a foreign mistress at that! How long before the family demands he be respectable? No need to draw the lightning down on myself.

I drained my wine glass. Likely not; why should they? If they want to live as man and woman, and are discreet, Ty-ameny would permit it. That will hurt her. As if I reached up and caught the tail of the lightning-bolt, and was instantly gifted with illumination. Yes: this will work! But she will not like it, I realised. It may work, but she will hate it and me. Or for one married to a different man, or to a widow, unless you could produce visible evidence of a husband.

And likely deserve it. If I can pass as a man, therefore — why not she? He looked up, without rising. Since the Alberti were due to depart in two days, she had perforce to make a decision and pack.

I found her in the atrium of the house — and for a moment truly did not recognise Neferet in this slim and straight-shouldered man, dressed in the short linen jacket and white kilt of an Alexandrine scribe. Her skin showed smooth, under the linen.

Her face looked curiously bare with only a line of kohl above each row of eyelashes. She had her hair cut short, falling to touch her shoulders, as one of the Alexandrine customs is, and a narrow braided reed-band holding it back from her eyes. At the gate of the Alexandrine house, Leon Battista awaited us. He greeted Neferet with no more than a companionable nod — something neither his servants nor the oarsmen of his boat would be surprised to see, in a man collecting a new officer for his household.

Their eyes linked. It was a different enough story that I thought I hope they can be discreet. I saw a glint of reddish black. A bracelet, I found, clasped with gold, and made with braided shining hair. I turned and went back into the embassy. And they wait until now to tell me this! Sent him to Edirne with the Turk! Florence, I belated realised. My wife and my husband will end up living within the walls of the same city.

The man-at-arms Berenguer grinned at me, the following morning. One look at Berenguer convinced me I had no need. He held it up, as a gentleman does for a lady. He might from time to time still give me wary looks when the two of us chanced to be in a room alone together, as if I might leap on him, and seduce and rape him simultaneously.

But as for not trusting him to be faithful to my father. I walked across the room to stand with my back to the black-haired man-at-arms, letting him settle the woollen cloak around my shoulders. Berenguer somewhat automatically tied my cloak-ties for me and then stood back a little awkwardly and permitted me to raise the silk-lined and fur-trimmed hood myself. His sharp glance assessed me. The one with the horse-faced wife. Although Valdamerca has her charitable moments. Sending your foster father to buy off my soldiers.

He suggests that, if messages and travellers are getting through from the Peninsula, Federico will have heard directly from Videric. The warm air shifted, bringing me the scents of cooking, canal water, and the lagoon. However cold it may still be, and how wet, the world is beginning to move again. If long sea voyages are still unsafe, there are the coastal routes. And some of the better-maintained roads, the Via Augusta included, will be open.

He pulled the front of his hood forward. Dressed as a plain soldier, there was nothing to mark him out from the other cloaked mercenaries. Tottola slapped him on the shoulder, which all but sent the slight ensign staggering. We emerged on the edge of that wide thoroughfare at the foot of the Rialto Bridge. Berenguer glanced at Honorius for permission, and fell in beside me as we walked in under the wooden roof that capped the bridge.

We picked a way up the wide stone steps, between merchants and gossiping servants; groups of men purchasing goods or changing money; woman accompanied by male relatives or armed servants. I shook my head, amazed. He had braided his beard, but left his mane of hair loose; any man could believe him an eater of babies and easily hired murderer.

He snorted. So I ask: what will Lord Federico pay in cold cash? And he says: every man can have a safeguarded voyage to the mainland, a saddlebag of gold, and a horse to ride away on. The open drawbridge 46 section of the Rialto, that is winched up to let tall-masted boats through on their way up the Canal Grande. Berenguer gave me an apologetic glance and took hold of my elbow.

Berenguer scanned the crowds blocking the steps. And a ship to get off this island. He bargained a bit, but he agreed. Not that it matters. I found myself in the midst of cloaked men who might be conspicuous in their number. But then, Federico will have brought household men-at-arms, too. Looking above the heads of the Venetians, I saw a mast and sails gliding past.

The creak of the winch and clatter of chains indicated the drawbridge was being wound down into place again. One man in his livery colours walked behind him, a middling-sized iron-bound chest clasped in both arms. I bit my lip, preventing myself with difficulty from pointing this out to Berenguer or Tottola. They see it too — and they are besides supposed to have betrayed you! Only Berenguer and Tottola came forward. The level you are determines the fee you get eg.

If you are a level 26, you have to pay 2, mesos. Complete the jumping quest. Click for walkthrough. At the top, click on the flower to obtain 1 Pink Anthurium. Return to Hersha. Talk to Shane, who will give you access to the jumping quest for a fee.

If you are a level 26, you have to pay 5, mesos -- that is, mesos times your level. At the top, click on the flower to obtain 1 Double-Rooted Red Ginseng. Talk to Tru. Obtain an Axe Polearm. Return to Tru. Talk to Talking Tree. Craft 10 Health Potion and 10 Mana Potion Return to Talking Tree. Both potions can be crafted with the Alchemy profession. Craft Red Moon Gloves. Red Moon Gloves can be crafted with the Smithing profession. Craft 5 Intelligence Potion II. Intelligence Potion II can be crafted with the Alchemy profession.

All three items can be crafted with the Smithing profession. Several armor selling NPCs also sell the items. Craft a Green Mushroom Transform Potion. Green Mushroom Transform Potion can be crafted with the Alchemy profession. Return to JM From tha Streetz. Talk to Alex in Kerning City. Talk to Mr. Pickall in Kerning City. Return to Mr. Deliver Old Gold Watch to Alex. Eliminate 50 Stirges Return to Jake.

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Talk the ticket gate on the right to enter Construction Site B2. Click for walkthrough When you reach the Supply Depot , head to the top by pressing up on one of the signs on the left or right and click the Treasure Chest to collect Shumi's Roll of Cash and automatically exit. Talk the ticket gate on the right to enter Construction Site B3.

Click for walkthrough When you reach the Supply Depot , head to the top by pressing up on one of the signs on the left or right and click the Treasure Chest to collect Shumi's Sack of Cash and automatically exit. Talk to Icarus in Kerning City.

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Smith in Perion. Eliminate Iron Boars. Return to Stands With Bulls.